Tiny Baby, Watermelon, and Bin Dodging

Tired, distracted by 30 Rock, and waiting for my ice cream in bed to be delivered by Mark.

I got to hold an 11 day old this evening. It's true. They really are small. They really smell good. And they are really snuggly buggly.

It's also true that it goes so fast. A friend of mine put it very well this evening: long days, short years.

Today was a longish one. We did manage a trip to Trader Joe's. Heath helped me pick out a watermelon. We gave them knowledgeable thumps, listening for the "think, think, think" sound. You don't want that. You want the one that has the deep, hollow "thump, thump, thump" echo. Our second thumped-upon melon was a winner. Between the three of us, we very nearly polished the whole thing off.

We spent a lot of time in the backyard, trying to beat the heat in the shaded police station/oil changing station, and beat the rabid mosquitoes that are unfortunately already on the loose. Deep naps were taken by all three of us, then with a surprising amount of zero coaxing, I took them out for a scorcher of an afternoon run. It was recycle/trash truck day--the bins were all over the sidewalks, so I had lots of off-roading "trail" practice.

I'm totally going to win next Saturday.